We were airborne and on our way to Brasilia by seven-thirty the following morning. Teixeira reclined in a comfortable club chair aboard the Foundation’s opulently appointed Gulfstream. “This sure beats standing in long lines in terminal buildings,” he commented.
“Amen to that,” I agreed. A pretty hostess poured coffee for both of us before returning to the galley.
“What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?” Teixeira asked.
I handed him the handwritten list that Anna had given me the previous day. “Thirteen children that belonged to the groups of kids at our facility have recently disappeared. In every case they were arrested by the military police directly before they vanished. Anna insists that they are not in custody, as she receives a list from the courts every day of juvenile
